From Aud'nard fam'd Battle to Lille
We'll now march, we've swing'd em i'th'
Field, we've swing'd em i'th'
Field, now their towns le us search;
flee Boys, to the Trenches,
Redouble your Fire,
Jack's Heart soon will ake,
As he sees you come nigher;
Tou fou cry your Cannon,
Fix't right as the can be,
We'll first singe their doublets,
Then drown 'em in Brandy.